Six-thirty, the rain is falling and the sky¹s like a yellow balloon
I was waiting for the revolution and the Mexico sundown blue
and if you won¹t say it now then nothing will be said
and if you won¹t die of shame then I¹ll die instead
oh yeah
I was kneeling by the burning bush and the sea was a bed of flames
and I was reading from the book of Naomi and the whirlpool vision of shame
and if you won¹t say it now then nothing will be said
and if you won¹t die of shame then I¹ll die instead
oh yeah
now I was standing at the edge of the world when the (?)
and now we¹re heading for the new generation and the makeshift (?)
and if you won¹t say it now then nothing will be said
and if you won¹t die of shame then I¹ll die instead
oh yeah